I was in a world of darkness. I was nothing. I couldn't feel anything, see anything, hear anything, taste anything, smell anything…I felt like I could be under Alec's power. Maybe I was.
It was only my thoughts that I controlled. Was I dead? It was either that or I was in a coma. I did jump of a cliff, though…So I doubt I would be in a hospital sleeping on a bed and waiting to wake up.
Yep, I thought. I'm dead.
But if I'm dead, why don't I feel better?! I'm still sad! And I still miss Edward! If the pain doesn't go away when you die, then why die at all? Where was heaven?! Maybe this was my second life. I had never really thought about what happens after you die.
But if this was my second life, why wasn't I waking up?? I need therapy.
I don't know how long I stayed like this. It could have been days. Months. Years. But, as time passed, I found myself again. Well, sort of.
My body still felt heavy, like it was trapped under weight. I couldn't move anything, and I wondered if I was paralyzed. I could have broken my spine. Didn't Esme become paralyzed when she committed suicide? Obviously, she wasn't paralyzed now, though. Vampire venom worked miracles.
Like vampires, I could hear everything with in a couple miles. Heartbeats, the soft pat pat pat of footsteps in the distance, people talking, the La Push beach waves crashing along the shore...
For a little while, I wondered if I was becoming a vampire. I figured not because I was not burning and I would actually be able to see and feel and move. I had no desire to drink someone's blood, either. Jacob had also not come to kill me yet.
Jacob. The thought burned me. Mentally, I mean. Would he recognize the dead, bloody girl who laid at the bottom of La Push's high cliff? Ugh. It was scary to think of him seeing me like this.
Randomly, I thought if I was still on Earth. Was I trapped inside my own body? Unable to stop someone from burying me alive? Or perhaps burning my body into a pile of ashes? Could dead people hear what was going on around them?? Maybe I wasn't dead, after all.
No, you're not dead. The voice filled my head, but I knew it wasn't my thought. No one had spoken the words, either. They filled my head, not my hears.
Who are you?? I demanded. I was totally losing it.
You master. My name's Dee.
Dee? Interesting name. Why was this person inside my head, anyway? And since when do I have a master??????
Since now. She sounded amused.
Oh, no! I share my every thought with you???? Aw! What did I do to deserve this?
Yes. Actually, I share thoughts with all my angels. It's part of the job.
Angels? What do you mean by angels? She was so random.
Bella, don't you see? Your an angel. A-N-G-E-L. She spelled out. Dee was kind of annoying. I wondered how old she was.
I'm an... angel? You mean I'm not dead? No! I can still have emotional pain!
Well, you are dead. Sort of. You are invisible to humans, but not to mythical creatures. You have wings and acute senses. You don't eat, sleep, and you don't have to breathe. You are fast and strong and beautiful.
So I'm sort of like a vampire?
Yes, Bella. Except you don't have a desire to drink blood. Actually, you are stronger and faster than vampires. It's funny, both creatures have hard, cold skin. She chuckled at the end.
The word "vampire" brought back back memories. I sighed mentally. Edward can see me?
Yes, he can. I'm sorry. Charlie can't see you, though.
Can Edward hear me, now? Can angels have any powers?
Edward can't hear you. He can't hear angels at all, actually. We have some sort of defense field. No powers work on us except powers that belong to other angels.
So we can have powers? Do I have one?
All angels have at least one. I believe you can control objects with your mind and imitate any sound. As you grow older you may develop more powers. Dee confirmed.
Okay. And - sorry, this is random - can humans hear us?
Dee laughed. It sounded like bells. No. As far as they know, we don't exist. They couldn't know about us if we wanted them to.
I smiled in my head, then sighed. Can I see you? Or other angels?
Yes. I'll visit you. I need to teach you how to fly and control your powers, anyway.
I laughed. I had made a friend.